The Heart of Love

Prayers, Poetry, Divine Inspiration by Gail Swanson


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Glory of Heaven

I want to show and to talk about what encourages us, what brings us together. This is a time where everything is magnified. This is a time where not only are we dealing with our own personal challenges but they are magnified by the chaos around us. As we strive to stay balanced amidst such unprecedented times we can fall into grief and sadness and anxiety. Yes we came to do just this but let us help to lift one another and to admit this is no easy task. I have had a month that has brought me to my knees. Many people are going through severe challenges. I think of them all every day and pray for courage and faith for us all. 

I would like to share the beautiful story of this photograph. 
My dear friend asked for prayers for her sister who was in the hospital in critical condition. Her family was unable to be with her. Then the family was told it was time for hospice but she was too weak to be moved. Once hospice was in place the family would be allowed to see her. My other friend and I were kept abreast of this whole day text by text and we supported our friend with encouraging words and prayers. 

In the late afternoon I was going to take my dog Honey out into the yard and I grabbed my camera although I have not been taking pictures at this time of day. I realized this later on. When I take a photograph it shows up for a second in the camera and I always take a quick look. As I was taking pictures this feeling came over me and I said out loud “For Jeanne” (my friend’s sister.) I looked into the camera and gasped. I thought what is this? When I put the pictures on the computer this was the picture “for Jeanne”. None of the other pictures look anything like this and not only that I have never taken a photo like this. I sat with it for a few minutes just staring at the power of it and the feeling. I knew that these were spirits in motion and they were Jeanne’s loved ones coming from Heaven for her. 

I sent the photograph to my friend and she felt this too. A few hours later Jeanne made her way to Heaven.

Let us remember the love we have for one another. 
Let us remember that every moment is precious. 
Let us remember that we are never alone not in life or death.
Let us remember that we are all born and we all will die. 
Let us be the best we can be while we are still here in these physical bodies. 

I hope this photograph helps you to feel the glory of Heaven and the miracle of life and death.


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We Rise Together

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Most of the time I feel as though I am not really completely here in this world. There are several reasons for this. One is due to the fact that no matter what I do I am never grounded. Once when a healer was attempting to ground me I felt as though I was being shocked over and over. He later told me he was given the information never to ground me but only to connect me to Venus. That should be a good enough reason to feel as though you don’t belong here and feel as though you are not completely here but there is another reason that intensifies this feeling even more.

I seem to have a foot in several worlds. One is beyond everything here and allows me to have all kinds of otherworldly experiences. The other is an illness that has been ever present for more years than I would like to remember. These are two very intense experiences going on at the same time.

The illness was the catalyst that forced me to leave my entire life behind and propel me into the world of healing. I learned many things in this new world. First I had to learn if I had the courage to make this journey. I was frightened and lost. I had no compass. I found that sometimes I had great courage and sometimes I had none. I continue this journey to this day and pass in and out of some very dark passages and also into places more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.

I have been given divine glimpses into the purpose of the physical illness and have been told the same exact thing by several mystics who I love and admire most in this world. I have been shown and told things that have been very challenging to understand and more challenging to live. I understand that nothing is what it seems.

Over these past months the challenges have been almost too much to bear. I write this today for those who are also feeling this way. The circumstances do not matter. Whatever we are going through in our own physical lives in many cases is being magnified as the world around us squeezes through the eye of the needle. We are being purged and sanctified.

It is a lonely journey. It is not for the faint of heart. Glimpses of heaven are beautiful and miraculous and still we must make it here through each day. Our faith is being tested as we bear witness to one heartbreaking event after the other. Where is it all heading? Some are so sure of the who what where and why. I am not so sure of anything except I must use everything I have to keep on keeping on.

The mysteries I have been shown about physical suffering go way beyond anything I could have ever imagined. When I lose my way I am reminded in ways that are impossible to ignore. I am living the mystery.

Here on earth I am a partner in life to the boy I made a vow to when I was nineteen. He is the embodiment of unconditional love. I am a mother and a grandmother. I am a mystic and a recluse. I suffer greatly in the physical in ways I never could have imagined and soar to the heavens in ways I never could have dreamed. Sometimes it feels like a blessing and a curse. When the mind tries to take me over I come back to what I know to be true. These are the days when the darkness upon this planet is doing all it can to take us down. These are the days we were made for.

Each time I find a way to rise again and again I think of all of you. I think of all we are all going through and remind myself that as lonely as this all feels we are not alone. There are legions of angels and loving beings here with us in every moment. We are going to make it. We rise together.


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Birthday Musings

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Birthday December 19, 2014

I came into this world during the Winter Solstice. My parents brought me home from the hospital on Christmas Eve. I was loved and adored and I loved and adored them. I was happy but sensitive in ways I knew that nobody else was.

Along the way I have been challenged with enormous struggles and I have been blessed with the gift of the angels. They whisper to me mysteries that lie beyond the veil. I am awake. I listen and watch for the droplets that fall from the Cup of  The Holy Grail and I drink them in. My name is in resonance with the Sacred Cup of Truth.

I am weary of the struggle and fortified by the truth. No matter how weary I watch and listen. I pray for a miracle, but what is the miracle? The miracle is the amazing strength it takes for the angels to lift you again and again out of the darkest places and into the light of the miracle.

I am still that sensitive girl. I take it all in with screams of joy and excruciating sorrow. There is no in between. It is part of what I must do. I feel. I feel it all. Yours, mine, the planet’s and beyond.

A couple of years ago I had a dream that I was to receive a Shaman’s haircut. It was a powerful dream. I followed it and went and cut off my hair. That might be a simple thing for some but not for me. What was with my hair? My God it was freeing to cut it off. It was a practice in letting go. I didn’t like it but I did it. Today on this day of my birth I begin to grow it back. I was meant to challenge myself, to let go and move into something out of my usual comfort.

As this past year began I was in a terrible way physically and emotionally. I needed a miracle. I prayed and I received. Sometimes the miracle is just not the one you were looking for but it is a miracle all the same. It was a powerful year. We are in a powerful time. The world is filled with sorrows and distractions. Listen for the angels. And whatever you do, don’t go to sleep.